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river, we carefully scanned the cliffs, sky, and water for objects of interest. In our survey we noted: three blue herons, majestically soaring above; five puffy little clouds; the honey-combing of the swallows' nests at the tops of the walls; and two mourning doves (though it was rather late in the afternoon).
Arriving at Lake Canyon we again found a sand bar blocking our entrance. Being hardy souls, we leaped into the water and tugged our boats across and up the stream to mooring places. Quickly camp was set up, and we assembled to be lead by our Merly to the inner reaches of the canyon. It was about four o'clock as we wound up the side of the stream, past the little waterfall area where Plowg attempted to slide. The water was low, however, and the whole affair appeared very painful. Farther and farther back we went, noticing lovely ferns, a few lizards, beautiful clear skies, rocks in every shade of red through brown, and a million other simple, wonderful things. Ted made pipes from the horsetail reeds we found along the trail, and he and Bob Enz (who also had that talent) had their hands full trying to teach Stan and Betty and other eager prodigies how to make and play them too.
Some of the more observant members of the group sighted the Moki Indian dwelling high on the left wall of the canyon. Bob Parry and Merly were going to let us walk right past it to show us how well concealed they were to inexperienced eyes, but we showed 'em! We continued on to the end of the trail a few yards farther on, which led into a small dry grotto. The sky could be seen through a slash at the top, and the walls had been worn smooth by some unusual type of erosion. In the sand were the footsteps and tail marks of lizards and previous visitors . . only one's imagination could fill in the rest.
We then stopped at the Indian dwelling, which, according to Merly, was one of the very finest examples. of a cliff dwelling of its type. By a tiny door we could slip inside the house whose walls were blackened by the smoke of fires years before which cooked the simple suppers of people who had worked and lived there. The construction was rough but done with creative hands which carefully had inserted pieces of pottery with fingernail designs on them. Every now and then we found impressions made perhaps by the fingers of a child accidentally, or by the
1 Any of a genus (Equisetum) of perennial flowerless plants related to the ferns.

Socotwa is a trip log of participant activities and photographs from a river rafting voyage through the Glen Canyon area of the Colorado River from June 11-19, 1958.
The name, Socotwa, comes from the South Cottonwood Ward of the LDS Church, which first started the trips.

river, we carefully scanned the cliffs, sky, and water for objects of interest. In our survey we noted: three blue herons, majestically soaring above; five puffy little clouds; the honey-combing of the swallows' nests at the tops of the walls; and two mourning doves (though it was rather late in the afternoon).
Arriving at Lake Canyon we again found a sand bar blocking our entrance. Being hardy souls, we leaped into the water and tugged our boats across and up the stream to mooring places. Quickly camp was set up, and we assembled to be lead by our Merly to the inner reaches of the canyon. It was about four o'clock as we wound up the side of the stream, past the little waterfall area where Plowg attempted to slide. The water was low, however, and the whole affair appeared very painful. Farther and farther back we went, noticing lovely ferns, a few lizards, beautiful clear skies, rocks in every shade of red through brown, and a million other simple, wonderful things. Ted made pipes from the horsetail reeds we found along the trail, and he and Bob Enz (who also had that talent) had their hands full trying to teach Stan and Betty and other eager prodigies how to make and play them too.
Some of the more observant members of the group sighted the Moki Indian dwelling high on the left wall of the canyon. Bob Parry and Merly were going to let us walk right past it to show us how well concealed they were to inexperienced eyes, but we showed 'em! We continued on to the end of the trail a few yards farther on, which led into a small dry grotto. The sky could be seen through a slash at the top, and the walls had been worn smooth by some unusual type of erosion. In the sand were the footsteps and tail marks of lizards and previous visitors . . only one's imagination could fill in the rest.
We then stopped at the Indian dwelling, which, according to Merly, was one of the very finest examples. of a cliff dwelling of its type. By a tiny door we could slip inside the house whose walls were blackened by the smoke of fires years before which cooked the simple suppers of people who had worked and lived there. The construction was rough but done with creative hands which carefully had inserted pieces of pottery with fingernail designs on them. Every now and then we found impressions made perhaps by the fingers of a child accidentally, or by the
1 Any of a genus (Equisetum) of perennial flowerless plants related to the ferns.